Indian Gay Sex Story: Abusive Photographer: 2

Indian Gay Sex Story: Abusive Photographer: 2

Indian Gay Sex Story: His boobs were now shining with my saliva. I went up and smooch him for some time and then turned him. Wow, what a figure! His ass was inviting me to fuck it. I began kissing his back and then came down. I spanked his ass for a while. He was moaning but definitely liking it. Once I was satisfied with the red tinge that appeared on his globes, I parted his cheeks tightly. There inside was my prize, a tight pink virgin buy pussy.

It was completely hairless. I touched his asshole he slithered. I slapped his ass again and told the bitch to stay still. (He must have been surprised to see the change in my behavior but liked the way I dominated him) I spitted inside on his asshole and used my fingers to spread it all over the area. Then I took my camera and took some snaps for my personal collection. Then I got up and pulled down my undies.

My 9 inches sprang up.

I pulled up Kartik and pushed my dick into his mouth. He was surprised but got on track gradually. He wet my whole tool with his saliva and began gobbling it. My dick could feel the back of his throat. His mouth was Oh-My-Darn warm. I began doubting his virginity after looking at the way he was sucking me so professional, so slutty but what the heck, I just need a pin-cushion.

He sucked me for a good 15-20 minutes. My dick was now all set for the action. I turned him and again concentrated on his asshole. I spitted again and began pushing my finger inside. Yes – he was a virgin! It was so tight, but I managed to shove in one finger. He howled and asked me to take it out. I slapped his ass hard and abused him, while shoving in another finger. He was near to crying, begging me to stop. But I told him this is what he will get for bargain packages. It was so erotic

I could do and say anything I wanted – he will not remember anything after a few hours. That is the power of Rufie. I thrust my third finger inside and he started crying, turning me one more and more. I began pushing my fingers back and forth, enjoying the wet warmth and his howls. I then got up and told him that I will be now robbing him off his virginity and that he will now become my wife. His eyes told me he was a bit scared, though there was little he could do.

I put some pillows under his dick to bring up his fat ass. I spitted again on his asshole and pointed my monster to this pussy. I thrust my hips till I got my head inside. He howled again and I had to give him a couple of slaps on his ass and cheeks to get him down again. I continue shoving till I was halfway in. It was so pleasurable. His tight rectum was surrounding my dick and his prostrate was getting used to this new feeling of lust and pain. His howls had decreased to erotic moans.

I went ahead till I was fully inside him. He was moaning – that dirty little slut. Once in, I began going to and fro, increasing my pace rapidly. After a couple of minutes, the bed was shaking vigorously as I was fucking this virgin kid madly in his boy pussy. I was abusing him a lot, telling him how I will be using him regularly and how he will now serve as another pussyboy for the fashion industry. Strangely, this was turning him on as he began stroking his dick.

I fucked the hell out of him for about 20 minutes. He shot his load and his anal muscles tightened, making me reach my climax. I took my dick out and pushed him on the bed. I got over him and thrust my dick into his mouth, just in time to gift him his first ever cumload. He was on his way to vomit it but I threatened him to drink it all. Though he was very uncomfortable, I made him drink all my juice, though some dripped out of his mouth.

I turned him around to see his asshole. Blood was now oozing out of his pink pussy which was now robbed off. He collapsed on the bed. I took my camera and shot a couple of snaps. Then I pulled him in my bathroom. I made him sit in the tub till I had a piss. I came out and asked him to clean my dick. He gobbled it all and cleaned it to the core. Then I put on the warm whirlpool and dragged him inside. I cleaned his whole body and lathered it up.

I took some snaps again. I got my dick hard again. I fucked Kartik for the second time in the shower. He was resting against the wall as I fucked his pussy under the warm shower. I simultaneously licked his lips, his boobs (which were now red owing to their rough abuse). I then dried the both of us (had to, because by now, he was totally drugged and was needs my support every now and then).

I then escorted him into the bedroom. Both of us were pretty tired. I dressed myself, and him. Then I pushed him down on the bed and slept besides me, placing my hand inside his pants and putting my two fingers inside his not-so-virgin pussy hole. I got up just in time for dinner. He got up about half an hour later and was confused like hell. But the best thing is that a guy (or a gal) would believe any story you tell him after he gets out of the trauma.

Hot and wild Indian gay sex story of a horny and abusive desi gay photographer taking advantage of a coy model!

I told him that we were doing just fine with the photoshoot when he collapsed down and I had to pick him up and put him to bed. He was embarrassed a bit but I convinced him it was okay. I offered him dinner but he said he had to rush home. He paid my charges and thanked me for everything (though he didn’t even know half of what he should thank for)

I told the boy to come after 4 days to pick his photos. I opened my front door for him and he left, showing me his big ass (covered by his somewhat wet jeans) which I had molested a couple of hours back. My devil mind began making plans for his next visit.